Avaydian Adoptables - Official RP OPEN/ADOPTS CLOSED

[acciobadger]

Welcome. XD

Good luck Coy. c:


So there will not really be a theme this coming week. The set that will go up are completely randomly designed. 8D

[Tammanae]

Can't wait to see them~

[acciobadger]

You won't have to wait long. Only three hours left! 8D

[Tiikeria]

-{| "You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it's all right." |}-
-{| Maya Angelou |}-

-{| The Basics |}-
-{| Avaydian Pen # |}-

Pen Three (3)

-{| Name |}-

Dídeanaí
[ Gaelic for refugee ]
[ Pronunciation: Gee-ja-knee ]

-{| Gender |}-

Male

-{| Length |}-

182”

-{| Wingspan |}-

59 ft

-{| Abnormalities |}-

None

-{| Why do you want him/her? |}-

I was so very taken by him, the moment I looked through the pens for the first time. I had just been linked to these gorgeous creatures by -3B-, and I knew I had to try for one of them. Big cats, or creatures similar to, have always had my heart, and these guys are no exception. The moment I saw Dideanai, my heart pulled at me. He was beautiful, and I could easily see a story evolving around him. His personality just flowed through me, easier than many forms I’ve written lately. I just can only hope my efforts are enough. <3

-{| How would you use him/her? |}-

I would happily use him in his own story, revolving around the fall of Humaeus and the escape to the outer world. He would have his own home in my character site, and would be lavished in art when I can get it/make it. He will be very much loved and cherished, much like all of my wonderful characters.

-{| Creative Definition of Dídeanaí |}-
-{| Personality |}-

Brash and headstrong, Dideanai isn’t one you really want to mess with when he feels passionate about something, as he will fight tooth and nail to keep others from swaying him from his beliefs. He’s stubborn as a mule, and has a temper like none other, but don’t think that makes him unapproachable. When not angered or in a rant, he can be quite friendly and playful. He’s young, so he has quite a ways to go in learning how the world works, but he is quite eager to learn, as long as the proof is given, assuming it goes against his beliefs. He holds himself to strong morals, taught to him by his ever-gentle mother before the destruction.

-{| Dídeanaí in a Nutshell |}-

-Brash
-Headstrong
-Passionate
-Stubborn
-Hot-headed
-Friendly
-Playful
-Eager to Learn
-Moral

-{| Likes |}-

-Competitions
Since he was a chirpling, Dideanai has always had a love of competitions whether it be races to the rock on the other side of the small clearing where their den resided, or who could eat quicker, himself or his sister, Callite. No matter if he won or lost, he just loved the thrill of competition, the way adrenaline pumped through him. He wasn't a daredevil, but a challenge was always accepted.

-Callite
His baby sister has always had a place in his heart. He, being three years older, was always eager to help take care of her, much to his parents delight. He loves her, and would do anything to keep her happy, healthy and protected, including seeing himself injured in the name of saving her.

-{| Dislikes |}-

-Fighting
Despite his hot-headed nature, Dideanai does not like to fight if he doesn't have to. Fighting is pointless to him, especially if neither party actually gains anything from the physical fight. he would rather battle it out in competitions and words than with teeth and claws and horns. The only times those should be used, is during hunting, or if survival is threatened by another.

-{| My Story |}-

The world was ending. I was convinced of that. As the forest burned, I ran, carrying a terrified Callite in my mouth, she hanging by the scruff of her neck. We had to get out of here, before we were burned alive. I had no idea where our parents were, and could only hope they had found safety as well. For now, myself and my baby sister were on our own.

In my panic, I followed others of my kind, desperately hoping they knew a way out. The rock was cracking as lava poured into Humaeus. Our only choice was to fly, and dodge the scalding liquid rock. I, with the others, took off, my young wings having barely had any practice carrying myself, let alone a chirpling as well; it was amazing what panic could make you do, however, and, silently, I flew higher, towards a gap clear of lava.

Smoke burned my nostrils, and I could hear the pained cries of the unlucky ones who could not escape the wrath of the lava. Their screams for help would haunt me for years to come, I knew. But, for now, I had to worry about myself. There was much jostling in the air as we all tried to reach safety; I was being kicked, hit and otherwise banged into by others, and I tried to keep my grip on Callite as best I could.

"Dideanai!" She whimpered, and I could hear the terror in her voice; I was scared, too, but I tried to hide it. For her. Always for her.

"Shhhhhh..." I managed to hiss out around her, trying my best to soothe her as the gap came closer. Darkness was all around us as we entered the cut in the rock, and the jostling became worse. No one could see, no one could tell where the other was. Not to mention the smell of fear echoing through the cavern.

We flew, never stopping, despite my fatigue. I could hear Callite whimpering, and my heart ached for her. This is not what I wanted for her...this would never be what I wanted for the yearling. But it was an unfortunate reality, one that I couldn't help by wish was a dream.

-{| The Future |}-

Dideanai and Callite will travel the world they have been thrust into, hoping to one day be reunited with their parents. In the mean time, however, they will discover the secrets of the land once inhabited by strange beings on two legs, and band together with the creatures on the surface to ensure the survival of both themselves, and their new friends.

-{| The Cast |}-

-Callite
Dideanai's little sister, and the love of his life; nothing can erase the bond the two siblings share
[ Note: At some point, I plan on adopting an Avaydian to be Callite, but, for now, she has no physical description. ]

-{| The Art |}-

Unfortunately, due to time constraints, no art was able to be made. :C My apologies.

-{| The Notes |}-

I apologize that this form is quite bad. I didn't have as much time this week as I would have liked to try for this gorgeous boy. I can only hope my effort is enough to be rewarded. <3

[June Bug]

I am weak v.v

Username :
June Bug
Pen Number :
Pen #1
Ruvario
Male

63ft wingspan
182" nose to tail tip
Why I want it :
He's been growing on me, honestly. xD I didn't click with him right away, but I keep looking at him and thinking how perfect he would be as Lithia's lost brother and the story and character have been forming in my mind for a while now.
On top of that, I adore Great Danes. So, even though his design is fairly simple, it speaks well to me.

Creative Definition of Character :

Personality Traits
Overconfident - He rarely realizes his limits until it's too late. If he wants to do something, he'll often believe he can, regardless of whether it's rational to think so or not.
Boastful - If he's done something he believes to be an achievement, you'll never hear the end of it. At least, not until he's achieved something new.
Loyal - Once a bond forms, he will do everything he can to prevent it from breaking. He will sometimes even continue to cling to it after the other has attempted to sever their ties.
Determined - When he puts his mind to doing something, he will do it if it's possible. Even in times he realizes his confidence has mislead him, he'll continue to try.

Likes
A good Challenge - He likes to push himself and break his own limits if necessary. It's the best feeling in the world for him to know he's beaten the odds.
Trees - Big, sturdy trees are a favorite lounging spot for him. He enjoys a more aerial view and likes that a good tree can give him that while he's relaxing.
Snow - It's biting and icey cold but aside from it making everything wet, it's very comforting. On top of this, falling snow makes hunting easier for him. His sharp eyes can spot prey easily through the snowfall and it muffles the sound of his efforts. He'd take a heavy snow over a hot sun any day.

Dislikes
Storms - Because of the storm that stranded him out in the middle of nowhere and robbed him of his ability to fly, he now avoids storms. They make him feel vulnerable and small, feelings that are foreign and unpleasant to him.
Flowering plants - It's the taste of them his doesn't like. He doesn't have too much appreciation for the aesthetics of them, either, but his main reason to avoid them is the taste. If he's going to be eating greenery, he much prefers grasses that do not flower.
Wetness - It makes him feel heavy and miserable. Flying with heavy wings is just not fun. He's always careful to maintain the water-resistant quality of his feathers to prevent this.

Not Quite Business as Usual
"C'mon Thia, you never want to go hunting with me!" Ruvario grumbled to his sister. She was refusing again to go with him, as she almost always did. She wasn't a skilled hunter yet and at this rate, she never would be.
"Just go on your own, Rio, I only ever slow you down." She frowned at him, obviously firm in her decision.
"But I could teach you so much! I'll even show you how to dive under a tree and pull back up without hitting the ground!" He dipped himself down as though preparing to jump into flight.
"Tell you what, how about you go by yourself and learn some new tricks that you can tell me all about when you get back." She didn't seem to be very happy about the compromise, but he simply decided this was because she hadn't been fully convinced of how fun a good run around really was.
He considered for a second. It really didn't sound like too bad a deal. "Fine, but you're going to have to go out with me sometime soon, okay?"
"Fine." She answered flatly, re-situating herself. Apparently, she planned to spend the day in their tree once again. She'd be mooching off whatever he brought back with him, but really, he didn't mind so much. She was his little sister after all and mom and dad preferred to do their own things.

He grinned broadly, already anticipating the exciting hunt that was surely waiting for him, crouched low, then dropped gracefully from his branch. He spread his wings and caught the breeze just in time to simply tap the ground below before soaring high into the sky. He swooped back down once more to circle the tree.
"I'll be back around nightfall, Thia."
"Promise?" Came her usual response.
"Promise."

Lost


Perseverance


Other :
Sadly, no time for a doodle this time. :C He'll be getting some artsy love asap if I win him though~

I'll finish as much as possible before 7, but I figured I'd post what I have before it's too late. x]

[MirrorMask]

.:username:. .:mirrormask:..:pen number:..:pen #3:..:name:..:serbia:..:gender:..:male:..:age:..:20 years:..:song:..:-:..:quote:..:tonight we fly:.


.:why I want it:.
.:he caught my eye and I wanted to try for him:.

personality:.

.:protective:..:serbia is a male
so he is territorial and regular portals his ground
making sure males other males don't trespass on
his lands planing on taking them as their own:.

.:bold:..:serbia doesn't care
who you are, what you are,
he will stand up for what he thinks is right,
he not easily broken or brought down:.

.:kind&sweet:..:serbia doesn't like to watch
others suffer so he tries his best to help them out
usually costing himself something:.

.:smart:..:serbia is rather smart he knows the dos and don'ts ,
he also came up with some creative ways to get threw the world:.

.:stubborn:..:serbia doesn't listern to what others
say he does what he wants , when he wants it and
nobody can tell him other wise:.

.:likes:.

.:flying:..:he enjoys the wind is his fur and
the rush of the whole experience; its the best
rush of his life and he gets to experience it everyday:.

.:sleeping:..:it's rare he gets a good and "filling" sleep plus who doesn't like to sleep?:.

.:cold/winter:..:he has a rather thick coat built for
winter plus he likes the snow a lot and like a child
he can't help but to play in it every time:.

.:company:..:"Nobody likes to be alone":.

.:catnip:..:he is a cat like breed so it's only
natural for catnip to effect him as while, he likes it because
like a drug it release his stress and lets his nerves relax:.

.:rabbit meat:..:his favorite food:.

.:dislikes:.

.:heat/summer:..:he hates heat and since summer
is the season of heat he hates it with all his heart:.

.:troublemakers:..:serbia doesn't like to fight so when a
troublemaker comes around and starts making a mess of course
he has to act he just cannot sit and watch others suffer because
of this idiot:.

.:fire:..: absolute terrifies him:.

.:pain:..:he doesn't like pain
because he thinks it makes him weaker
and pathetic and feels like he cannot protect
anything and everything he worked so hard for:.

.:fighting:..:serbia doesn't like fighting
and tries to avoid but of course other males come
along challenging him leaving him no other choice
then to fight:.

.:other:.
.:bad forum is bad :d sorry i tried my best:.

[acciobadger]

And the round is now over.
Judging will commence, and new adopts will be up shortly. Stay tuned~

[June Bug]

phew! Got one last edit in just in time. xD
Good luck guys~

Can't wait to see the new ones~ ouo

[acciobadger]

Judging is finished. c:

Pen #1 - [Ruvario] June Bug

Pen #2 - none

Pen #3 - [Dídeanaí] Tiikeria

Congratulations~


New adoptables are up.

[Desmond]

Username : -3B-
Pen Number : 3
Why I want it :

... I am weak for black/grey/white, and the emerald green... well. Emeralds are one of my favorite gems, especially now that I can no longer see lapis lazuli and blue sapphires quite right. So the first that that caught me, were the colors. Then the design... they're very similar to ones that I doodle on my arms when I'm bored, especially since I use black ink, and my skin is [as I joke] the color of milk. And then... the flood of ideas started rushing in, as they had with the previous one I had gone for... but this time, even more came in. My brain threw up ideas of eagles, "Rage at the Machine", personal strength and pride... and so I started gathering the pieces, and I hope that this time, what I come up with is acceptable. <3

Creative Definition of Character :
Name: Vex
Sex: F
Wingspan : 55ft
Length : 174"

Personality

Vex doesn't take much to get her riled up. She's strong and self-sufficient, but also too proud to request help from others. She is willing to tolerate the presence of others, as long as they aren't annoying, but she's happier by herself. Being smaller, she has a more spartan lifestyle, willing and able to live on and with less than most others. She's incredibly dominant, and loves to be challenged, if only because it makes her feel stronger. Her favorite description of herself is a diamond in the rough, hard and tough in the face of hardship.

History

Born in a litter of two, Vex has gotten used to getting the short end of the stick in life. Not that it'll stop her. Growing up in the Post-Apocalyptic world made her brother - Hex - weak... easier to boss around. But it only made Vex stronger.

Vex and Hex grew up with parents who could barely offer them enough food to survive. Hex grew thin and weak, submissive to anything larger and stronger than himself... but Vex became a dominant creature, with the temperament of an animal that's had to fight for everything it got, and still has nothing. When they left their parents, she eventually had to carry her brother as they soared out in search of a new home - he simply wouldn't leave her side, either out of fear of the outside world, or fear that he wouldn't be able to eat... or find his own way. Not really knowing life without the smaller pain in the tail, Vex complied, tolerating his presence on her back.

They settled in a place that was once known as Pennsylvania... but had since become a wild, untamed forest of ruins in the absence of humans. With the low, smooth Appalachians, it was not really a prime spot to choose... but Vex loved it for that, perhaps because of the "diamond in the rough" idea that she had become obsessed with. Hacking a life out of the low foothills would become a major accomplishment for the young sister/brother duo, if it could be managed.

Unfortunately, it really wasn't meant to be. While they arrived in warm weather, the minor ice age known as winter hit the region fast and hard, with feet of ice and snow falling from the sky every day.

It didn't take long for Hex, already weak and ill, lost his life to the cold. Vex, spurned by the loss of her brother, fought through the frostbite, gnawing the bones of the biggest creatures she could find in order to survive. Other Avaydians, more used to the climate and brutal weather patterns of the changed northeast, watched her fly from their well-stocked caves covered in shed fur and decomposing leaves, and laughed, calling her a fool - for only the least intelligent did not prepare for winter, and the very few that had no sense at all would go out and hunt, rather than starve. Some took pity on her, leaving small slabs of meat at the entrance to her cave while she slept. Others mocked them, secretly too afraid to do the same just in case their stores weren't enough to support even them.

Vex was grateful, though she never really learned the who or why. Not that it mattered, really; she survived the winter on her own, and was able to send one of Hex's feathers - all that remained of him after having to dispose of his body as it rotted beside her - out into the ocean as spring took hold and the ice melted.

Other :

This is where Vex's place in the story begins; she is a newcomer to her home, and barely knows how to survive in a place that has no tolerance toward those who do no plan ahead. Her neighbors are no better; most of them wouldn't care if she didn't survive the next season. She, however, will force herself to keep going, unwilling to take even the weather's punishments laying down. Her purpose in life is to be the strongest out of all of the creatures in the area - and, come hell or high water, she's determined to pull herself out of the rut.

WIP. Like whoa.